DreamersGN Chapter 102 The Spy's Gut Microbiota Defense War
Chapter 102 The Spy's Gut Microbiota Defense War
The fat man at the entrance of Renxin Pharmacy is named Zhou Wen.
But he wasn't just any ordinary fat man.
He was a top-notch corporate spy in the strategic department of Kangmei Pharmaceutical, codenamed "Pangolin".
Zhou Wen's greatest skill is disguise.
He once spent three months begging in front of a herbal tea shop in order to get a herbal tea recipe; he also once disguised himself as a water deliveryman and carried half a ton of purified water into a competitor's production line to secretly film it.
The reward offered by Chairman Zhao for this mission is very high: 500,000 yuan. As long as you can get the core fermentation strain of Wang Minyu's "Resurrected Stinky Tofu", or find out what additives were added to that suddenly appearing "Jade White Jade Soup".
Zhou Wen's disguised identity is a health blogger who is currently undergoing "fasting detox".
To make his performance convincing, he hadn't eaten for two whole days, only drinking lemon water.
At this very moment, smelling the strange aroma wafting from the shop, his stomach was in turmoil.
"Hello, registration is here." Zhou Wen pushed open the door and entered, pretending to be weak as he leaned against the door frame.
Li Siyuan looked up at him and asked, "What subject did you fail?"
"My digestive system... I feel like my digestive system needs a cleansing." Zhou Wen's voice was barely audible, but his eyes darted around, trying to find the legendary fermentation vat.
"Purification?" Wang Minyu looked up from behind the counter, his eyes scanning Zhou Wen like an X-ray machine.
A prompt appeared on the system panel:
[Patient: Zhou Wen]
Symptoms: Hypoglycemia, starvation ketosis, gut microbiota dysbiosis (caused by long-term use of diet pills and irregular eating habits).
[Special Circumstances: A miniature recording device is concealed under the skin; a sample bottle is located in the left pocket.]
Wang Minyu sneered inwardly.
This time, Kangmei learned her lesson and instead of sending thugs, she sent spies.
"That's great for cleansing!" Wang Minyu stood up enthusiastically. "We've just launched the 'Supreme Cleansing Package,' which is specially designed to cure the guilt after indulging in all sorts of food and drinks."
Zhou Wen was secretly delighted. They took the bait so easily?
"How much?"
"It's not expensive, it depends on fate." Wang Minyu pointed to the "truth chair" next to him, "Sit down first, I'll take your pulse."
Zhou Wen sat down cautiously.
The moment the chair was powered on, he felt a tingling sensation in his buttocks and almost jumped up.
"Don't move, this is microcurrent therapy to unblock the meridians." Wang Minyu pressed down on his shoulder and secretly increased the current output.
Zhou Wen felt a slight numbness in his tongue, and his brain's defenses seemed to have weakened.
"What are you here for?" Wang Minyu suddenly asked.
"I came here to... steal... get some fresh air!" Zhou Wen bit his tongue sharply, swallowing the word "steal" back. This chair is strange!
Wang Minyu didn't expose him, and released his hand: "Your pulse is very erratic. This is a typical case of 'insufficient vital energy and invasion of pathogenic factors.' In other words, you've become stupid from hunger."
"I'm practicing fasting!" Zhou Wen explained.
"Alright, alright, fasting." Wang Minyu turned around and called out, "Pierre, give this fasting hermit a serving of our signature dish—pork lard rice."
Zhou Wen's eyes widened: "Doctor, I came here to detox, and you're giving me lard?"
"You don't understand." Wang Minyu said with a profound look, "The Compendium of Materia Medica records that lard benefits the intestines and stomach, promotes urination, and eliminates jaundice and edema. Right now, your intestines are full of starving ghosts, so you need to use the heaviest fat to suppress them. This is called 'fighting poison with oil'."
Li Siyuan rolled his eyes as he listened from the side; this was clearly an attempt to seduce him to death.
Pierre came out carrying a large bowl.
It has to be said, Michelin chefs are truly different.
It was clearly just a bowl of rice mixed with lard, but he arranged it like a work of art.
The glistening rice is drizzled with golden lard, sprinkled with crispy pork cracklings, and topped with a few drops of special dark brown soy sauce.
The aroma of that oil was like a nuclear weapon to someone who hadn't eaten for two days.
Zhou Wen's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
His reason told him this might be a trap, but his instincts had already overpowered his hands.
"Eat up, it's free," Wang Minyu said with a smile. "This was made by a Michelin three-star chef himself; you'd have to make a reservation to eat here."
Zhou Wen picked up the spoon with trembling hands, scooped out a mouthful, and put it in his mouth.
boom!
The oil bursts in your mouth, and the dopamine from the carbohydrates instantly overwhelms your rationality.
It smells so good! It's practically a crime!
Zhou Wen devoured a bowl of rice in just a few bites, like a starving ghost reincarnated.
"Another...another bowl!" Zhou Wen mumbled.
"That's all." Wang Minyu shrugged. "This is medicinal food; too much can be harmful."
Zhou Wen licked his lips, still savoring the moment, when he suddenly remembered his business.
He quietly reached into his pocket and touched the sampling bottle. If only he could get a little sample of this lard or soy sauce…
"Ouch!"
Zhou Wen suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach, as if a washing machine was churning inside his intestines.
"What's wrong?" Wang Minyu asked with concern.
"My stomach... my stomach hurts..." Zhou Wen was sweating profusely.
"It's a normal reaction," Wang Minyu explained calmly. "You've been hungry for too long, and your gut microbiota has gone dormant. Suddenly consuming a large amount of oil causes the microbiota to 'reboot.' This is called 'microbiota warfare.'"
Actually, Pierre had added a spoonful of Old Wu's "herbal yeast liquid" to that bowl of rice.
That stuff contains ten thousand times more live probiotics than regular yogurt; it's like throwing a depth charge into a fishpond when it goes into your stomach.
"Where...where is the toilet?" Zhou Wen asked, his legs clamped together, his face pale.
"Turn left in the backyard."
Zhou Wenru was granted a pardon and rushed to the backyard.
Although their stomachs ached, this was a perfect opportunity! Their backyard was their core laboratory!
Rushing into the backyard, Zhou Wen immediately spotted the large vats that were sealed tightly with tape.
That's the legendary "biological weapon" fermentation tank!
He gritted his teeth against his sphincter's protests, took out the sampling bottle, and tried to lift the lid of one of the jars.
"Woof!"
A deep roar resounded.
Zhou Wen was so frightened that he shuddered, and when he turned around, he almost lost his soul.
That's not a dog.
That was Guan Shan practicing squats in the backyard.
Guan Shan was shirtless, his muscles bulging like granite, and he was holding a huge millstone in his hand.
When he saw Zhou Wen, he grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth.
"What are you doing?" Guan Shan's voice boomed like thunder.
"I...I'm looking for a restroom..." Zhou Wen's legs went weak.
"The toilet's over there," Guan Shan pointed in the opposite direction. "Those jars are where I pickle vegetables. If you dare touch them, I'll stuff you in there and pickle you."
Zhou Wen looked at Guan Shan's arm, which was thicker than his own thigh, and swallowed hard.
"Okay...okay, big brother..."
He slunk into the toilet, legs clamped together.
The moment he closed the toilet door, an epic excretion began.
The feeling was as if all the toxins, resentment, and even the thought of wanting to be a spy in my body were all expelled at once.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Wen walked out, leaning against the wall.
He felt completely exhausted, but strangely, his body felt lighter than ever before.
The heavy feeling from staying up late for so long disappeared, and my mind became clear again.
He returned to the front hall, looked at Wang Minyu, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions.
"How are you feeling?" Wang Minyu asked as he wrote in the medical record.
"It's...it's clear now." Zhou Wen had to admit.
"That's good." Wang Minyu tore off the prescription. "The consultation fee is five thousand. It includes that bowl of 'Golden Pork Lard Rice' and the 'Bacterial Reactivation Fee'. Oh, and the special Chinese herbal fumigation toilet paper you used in the bathroom earlier, that was an extra charge."
Zhou Wen's lips twitched.
I spent 5,000 yuan on a bowl of rice with lard and ended up with diarrhea?
But he dared not renege on his debt, especially when he saw Guan Shan carrying a millstone out of the backyard.
Zhou Wen obediently scanned the code to pay.
"Oh, right." Before leaving, Wang Minyu called out to him, pointing to his pocket with a half-smile, "Your voice recorder is out of battery. Remember to buy one with better battery life next time. Also, tell Zhao Dezhu that if he wants pork lard rice, he should come and line up himself. Don't send unprofessional people to waste food."
Zhou Wen stood frozen in place.
It turns out it had been exposed long ago.
Overwhelmed with shame, he lowered his head and rushed out of the pharmacy.
Running to the street corner, Zhou Wen took out his phone and dialed his boss's number.
"How's it going? Did you get the samples?" Zhao Dezhu's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.
Looking at the empty sample bottle in his hand, and savoring the lingering aroma of lard in his mouth, Zhou Wen suddenly felt that Kangmei Pharmaceutical, which only knew how to exploit its employees, was utterly tasteless.
"Mr. Zhao, I quit."
"What?"
"I said I'm quitting." Zhou Wen straightened his back. "I'm resigning. I'm going to become a food blogger, a real food blogger."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Wen felt as if his life had been elevated. He glanced back at the signboard of Renxin Pharmacy.
That doctor may be unscrupulous, and the food may be expensive, but... it tastes so good!
Inside the shop, Wang Minyu looked at the 5000 yuan that had been deposited into his account and the [Emotional Harvesting Values: Shame +1000, Clarity +500, Taste Awakening +800], and nodded in satisfaction.
"Pierre, have an extra meal tonight."
"What are you doing?"
"Rice with lard. Guan Shan ate ten bowls and still wasn't full, you need to make more."